Gay-Z: The Homosexual Hommie Everyone's Not Talking About?

Figure skating's got Rudy Galindo. Independent Hollywood's got Rupert Everett. Daytime TV's got Ellen. And Broadway's got...well pick one. Yes, it seems these days every facet of the entertainment industry's bursting with openly gay contenders. Men, women, hell even puppets are riding in on the pink wave of what was once taboo, now just a dime a diva. But in our continuously crossing-over kind of culture, one cannot help but wonder if there will ever be a spotlight big enough for a Notorious F.A.G.?

Now you know I don't like to gossip. Much. But if you haven't been clued in to the recent goings-on in the rap world, let me catch ya up to date. Eminem just dropped out of his world tour, checked into a drug clinic for a sleeping pill addiction, but thankfully not before dropping trou' ala Marky Mark and flaunting his humidifying hip-hop heiny in what promises to be one wickedly wild new music video. Yum. Oh, and I think Lil' Kim is still in jail. Yeah, so that's about all I can pass on myself.

For more up-to-the-minute news of the blazin' persuasion you'll have to tune in to Hot 97, the Wendy Williams Experience -- everything you ever wanted to know about R&B, Whitney & Bobbby Brown, and how she lost fifteen pounds on L.A. Weightloss. It's here where I first heard the chatter about the multi-platinum Billboard artist who sat down recently with a journalist to write Confessions Of A Gay Rapper, his anonymous coming out story, if one can technically "come out" anonymously.

I read what is still left on the web about the piece. To summarize, this world-famous rap star from Brooklyn has managed to keep everyone in the public fooled, including his naive girlfriend who doesn't have a clue how much gay ass he and his, umm, black friends, pass around on and off the tour bus. Everything from group hotel orgies to what sounds close to an almost monogamous love affair are graphically covered in Confessions. He concludes with, "Yo, I believe that a man is made for a woman and a woman is made for a man, but only a man knows what a man needs and feels. Only a man can satisfy another man."

I believe the expression I'm looking for here is "Tru Dat."

Now, it should be noted, the story was rumored to have first appeared in the Village Voice several months ago, but I have been unable to locate any reference to it or the author, "Jamal X," on their website. Wendy Williams, for her part, has since refused to discuss the story any further following an onslaught of frantic and furious phone calls, emails and faxes begging for more details.

Perhaps the backlash was felt even harder for Mr. X and his peeps. Perhaps those in the know informed the flamer he was fanning himself too close to the fire. Or perhaps this is simply the beginning for our homosexual homeboy. But with anti-gay sentiment laced in just about every other lyric, it's no wonder rap music is the final frontier for our clammy hand closeted friends.

Until Elton John and DMX celebrate four-twenty tea time by breaking bread, or crumpets as the Sir would call them, we'll have to keep on playing the six-degree guessing game to which most of Hollywood has become accustomed. No one's naming any names, but if we were to go simply off the obvious, I think Nelly's people should learn a thing or two from all those Prince-like maneuvers.

I won't lie. I do have my pick, though it may just be a case of really tortuous wishful thinking. Gay or straight, with an ass like that, he can melt in my mouth any time he wishes...